A book was read, a newspaper browsed, scenery was admired and by and by we reached Plymouth for an hour wait for our connection.
The Penzance train was busy and we'd only just boarded when a nice lady rushed over and thrust a five pound note into Husband's hand. She had seen the promotional panel on the back of our rucksacks and so we came by our first donation to Macmillan given by someone met en-route.
Another hour waiting for a bus in Penzance gave us time to take a quick walk around the town, as when we arrive there on foot tomorrow we will just be passing through.
The bus journey to Land's End I would describe as interesting. Some of those lanes are very narrow indeed. About the width of a double decker bus in fact, which is precisely what we were on.
Having reached the B&B some ten and a half hours after leaving home, how did we choose to spend our last night before the off? Resting up? Nope. For some reason we thought it a good plan to walk a few miles to a pub in Sennen Cove.
In the process we could, technically, claim to have started our walk. We have been to the start point and we have walked the first little bit of our route. It wouldn't technically be cheating to step out of the B&B tomorrow and turn right instead of left.
But of course that is not what we will do. It would feel entirely wrong. We will get up in the morning, return to Land's End and start properly with our packs on.
And if the weather is anywhere near as good as today's, it promises to be a mighty fine first day.